7 Months.

Dear Colin,

Today, you turn 7 months old. This past month has been my favorite so far, of those we have spent together. The weather is getting warmer & along with it, you have become such a little person. This month you have officially learned how to sit on your own and enjoy sitting and playing on a mat in the living room. As long as they are toys surrounding you, you could sit there for hours, talking, playing and chewing on toy after toy. While on your stomach now, you kick and flap your arms like crazy. You so desperately want to move and I so desperately want you to stay in once place for just awhile longer (at least until the cupboard doors arrive). It is amazing to me how you are already so good and figuring toys out. You have your favorites, and those toys are well chewed on and examined. Every so often, I go into the big toy drawer and pull out something new for you to explore & that becomes your favorite for at least a week until you have studied each and every inch of it.

You have a pretty extensive menu of vegetables and fruit now, and definitely do not like peas. I have received the message loud and clear, don't worry. We will wait a little while before we try those again. Like every other baby who ever was, you love your fruit and tolerate the vegetables.
You are a good eater so let's hope that continues! You are still big & many, many people like to remind me of this every day. We are always stopped in Superstore or the mall for everyone and anyone to comment on just how big (and cute) you are. You have definitely stated slowing down in the growth department but are still large and in charge.

No teeth for us yet. So many times I was sure that they would pop through at any moment but so far the drooling and chewing has been one big bluff. A few weeks ago, while talking to another mother of a boy about a month younger than you, she commented that her son has 4 teeth and that you must be behind for your age. After my initial annoyance with her comment, I started thinking about how competitive this whole mothering thing can become if you let it. Not only does it not bother me in the least that you don't have any teeth yet, you are not behind at all. In fact, I hear that the longer it takes to have teeth come in, the stronger they are (although I am pretty sure this is like the whole good luck if it rains on your wedding day thing). Teeth will come when they come. For now, I am just happy that the other, more important things are happening all at the right time and you are a happy, happy boy.

Sleeping is slowly getting better as well. I really cannot complain at all. Both nighttime and naps have been great. Your 3rd nap is a daily decision as some days you really don't seem to need. Instead, we have started walking during that time so that you can decide whether or not you want to sleep & the pup gets a good walk. Since we end up walking at the same time every day, we also see the school bus coming to drop off any Donald Rd kids like clock work at 4:15. Sometimes I think I should warn the bus driver about the plethora of boys she will have to deal with on this route in just a few short years. Seeing the bus, and the kids piled in it, has made me think about you and what type of kid you will be, heading off to school & returning on that same yellow school bus. I can picture you running down our driveway, late again, trying to get to the bus on time as you yell to your friends to get the driver to wait for you. Boots untied, jacket undone and school bag half open, I am sure this will be a reoccurring sight as you are already a take your time kind of eater in the morning. These days will be here before we know it and because of that, I am going to soak in every moment of your awesomeness right now.

Don't worry buddy, you are still, by far, my most specialist little man. You are so much fun to be around I can hardly stand it. You laugh & yell, telling me lots of stories and trying out all the sounds and noises you can make all day long. You smile at everyone we meet and put up with me and my craziness. You smile at me and your Dad like you smile at no other which makes time away from you all better the second we walk into the house. I sometimes still have such a hard time actually believing that you are here, that you are you, and that you are ours. Each and every day it sinks in a little more and becomes a little more real. This life we are creating for ourselves is pretty fantastic and through the every day go, go, goes, your smile and laugh remind me to slow down and enjoy. To breathe and to relax. Thank you for that, buddy. Mama owes you.

You are still my most specialist little man.

Love you to the moon and back x7.

Mama
xoxo